When someone came out their front door, the truck would stop and open up their back door to reveal beautiful wood cabinets with glass fronts. If it was hot, they could open up an awning overhead. They had big, fat glazed donuts that I loved. Occasionally, I would get a cream puff.

When someone came out their front door, the truck would stop and open up their back door to reveal beautiful wood cabinets with glass fronts. If it was hot, they could open up an awning overhead. They had big, fat glazed donuts that I loved. Occasionally, I would get a cream puff.

Wow! Too cool! Whereabouts was this?

Sadly I don't remember Helms or any such roving baked goods trucks in my formative years.

We did get home bread delivery from London's own Lewis Bakeries for a while when we lived in Manor Park on the edge of London in the fifties. Many a housewife's household budget was blown succumbing to the pastry temptations proferred that day by the bread man! Best of all though my buddy Dave had a job helping the Jackson's Bakeries bread man make his deliveries Saturday mornings. Talk about a marriage made in heaven! All the delivery man had to do was drive since he had a young boy doing most of the work for him, and Dave got to ride around in a very cool bread delivery truck and run to each house on the route carrying bread in a basket! I'll have to ask Dave whether he received anything more than free tarts and other pastries for his efforts....